Winter Hiatus on the beach
I had the tremendous pleasure of discovering that my life is so much more in sync when I pace my day. This word wasn’t part of my vocabulary before Buxton Farm. I was molding a different clay before Buxton. Simpler in some ways but not nearly as creative, challenging, educational or inspirational.
Life off the farm!
Buxton is teaching me to live from a more balanced perspective. We had a crash course on this perspective our first season. I don’t like pushing beyond the edge, especially physically, it never seems to pay off. I’ve always been terribly determined and love the feeling of expansion in my life. But I’m becoming more intimate with my limitations. I’m finding life is smoother when I honor them not resist them. Sometimes that list of things to do CAN WAIT! So these days I’m pacing myself. In addition, once the season starts we work everyday 8 months straight so pacing is crucial.
Glorious Winter Hiatus
What does pacing look like? First it means tuning in. Am I moving through the day with my cup half full? How am I feeling? Physically, emotionally? Am I getting enough sleep? Do I need a good laugh? Nap? Epsom Salt bath? Will a dip in the river sooth me? A night out for dinner with my husband? Meditation? A simple 15 minute meditation works wonders for me. How about stretching out? We use our lower backs all day. I always find relief after a nice stretch. Perhaps I need a good weep? Yes, sometimes I find a good cry is a significant way of releasing stuck energy. Maybe I need to get off the farm and actually see people? That’s a big one at Buxton. We are nestled deep in the countryside. Sometimes we forget there’s life off the farm during the season. We put most social events on hold until our winter hiatus. It certainly gives us a lot to look forward to. This past winter our hiatus was divine! Pure relaxation and restoration.
Sunset (our hiatus)
Here’s what I know. The animals move very little in the heat. Watch them. They look for shade, become super still, drink lots of water, and get pretty still and quiet. They pace themselves. I’m as instinctual as that, but I’ve noticed when life gets busy my natural instincts get turned down a notch. That’s why I’ve become fond of pacing. It’s a natural integration of surveying the moment and meeting immediate physical or emotional needs in aspiration to feel better.
A few days ago we had some local folks stop by the farm for a short tour. Afterwards they wondered how we found time to grow our own food. Too many animals and chores to do? Managing Buxton is a lifestyle. I’m in the wrong line of work if I don’t have time for a kitchen garden. Especially when this hobby gives me great joy. Again, life is a delicate balance.
Pacing is my latest medicine. We can do this work. With a little mindful intention, things always have a way of working out. I’ve witnessed this over and over in my life. I’m sure all you moms know how to pace! Pacing is a great way to manage a promising busy season.
Hens in Zone 2